Cupcake Arcane Novels & Stories

"Thanks, bro. I've been eyeing this dish since earlier." "That wasn't for you," Cedric deadpanned. Kian took his own fork and stabbed the other piece of meat on Aria's plate, leaving it empty. "Yum," he said with a teasing smile. Cedric sighed as he shook his head. "Here, aunt Aria," Zenon interrupted them, placing a cupcake on her plate. "I love these chocolate cupcakes! You should taste them too." Aria smiled at the young child, completely ignoring the twins that were having a silent battle by her side. "Thank you, Zenon," she took a bite from the cupcake and smiled. "You're right. This is good. You have very great taste."

the elderly woman I met at the pastry store smiled upon seeing me. "Actually I am not a patient." "Thank the moon and stars that you are not.* *Ma'am, I want bage-- on a second thought, what's that?" I asked pointing at the weird shaped pastry I saw "Ohh it's the new best seller, it is a chocolate chip crookie, half croissant. My daughter made them and they are delicious." "I would love to--- "Andry, some handsome man would love to meet you. He said you make the best crookies."

“And whatever that something is, I do not want to know about it…” “Aurora…” “I have enough in my hands to deal with another case of Giovanni and Nicolas, Dante” Aurora said coldly “a compass, a magic scroll, guardian, whatever other bullshit that you might try to show…” “Aurora, the compass literally opened when you approached it. Did you think that I would lie to you…”

She never took crap from anyone. As all the different coffees were brewing, I went to open the register. At six, we switched the sign to Open. When I had first started the job, I thought I’d never learn everything, but now I was an expert at all the different types of espresso drinks—cappuccino, latte, Americano, macchiato, mocha, flat white, etc. Even though Lucy had been working here longer than me, she still got the drinks confused sometimes. She mostly helped with decorating cakes and making dough for all the different pastries anyway, since that was her true passion. She was basically Valerie’s protégé and always helped her whenever someone ordered an elaborate cake, especially for wedd

There were platters of crispy bacon, fluffy scrambled eggs, golden brown pancakes drizzled with maple syrup and a variety of fresh fruits and pastries. The conversation flowed easily among them, with laughter and friendly banter filling the air. Alpha Aricel regaled them with tales of his and Arric’s past battles and victories, causing laughter all around the table and Arric didn’t miss the adoring look Gwenna was unconsciously darting in Aricel’s direction. He feared his friend was playing a dangerous game. It was so frequent and innocently done that Eirika caught the look too.

My mind raced as I scanned the themes on the screen behind him: ~ A winter wonderland cake with fondant snowflakes and icicles ~A fairytale castle with complete fondant towers, turrets, and a moat ~ A dragon-shaped cake with scales and fire-breathing details ~A replica of the Eiffel Tower made entirely from sugar and fondant ~ An abstract art cake with geometric shapes and vibrant colors ~A vintage-inspired cake with lace, pearls, and a classic beauty theme ~Magical forest with fondant trees and mushrooms. My heart skipped a beat as I realized the complexity of the challenge. I had never attempted anything like this before, but I was determined to rise to the occasion. Bernard dropped anothe

Like the Moon Goddess had given them abilities meant to work together. "Athena, where do you want the cake?" Sarah called from the kitchen doorway. The cake. Of course. "I'll come help," I said, carefully extracting the blade of grass from Adrian's hand, it immediately stopped glowing, and scooping him up. In the kitchen, two elaborate cakes sat on the counter. Sarah had outdone herself, one decorated with a garden theme for Arianna, complete with edible flowers and butterflies. The other had a forest scene for Adrian, with trees and woodland creatures.

They began to crumble beneath him. My mate is so strong. "A cupcake," I quipped until I leaned in closer to tell him a secret. "A danger cupcake," I giggled. Danger cupcakes were special. Sometimes they had cinnamon or topped with peppermint, giving them a little kick in the patootie in your mouth.

He placed a single, crystallized violet petal on top of each one using a pair of tweezers he usually used for extracting bullets. He wiped his hands on the pink apron. He pulled his phone from his tactical belt. He snapped a high-resolution photo. He opened the browser. He logged into the backend of a website: TheTacticalBaker.com. He uploaded the photo. Subject: Lavender Honey Cupcakes with Lemon Curd Core. Yield: 12 Units. Difficulty: Moderate. Notes: The lemon curd provides a sharp counter-offensive to the sweetness of the buttercream. Execute with tea.

“Ah! It’s good to be back.” Maleficent stretched her arms. Her back arched against the plush sofa located at the very corner of Sinner’s Café. Sitting adjacent to her seat, Matilda the rotting zombie, was feasting the café’s trendy cupcake. The cupcake was called ‘Devil’s Cupcake’, touché. Of course it would suit in the menu given that the name of the café was Sinner’s Café located near the boundary of the Malevolent Dormitories and Ambivalent Dormitories. The bounty river separated the lush lands of the beings loved by nature and the forsaken grounds of the beings that loved destruction – at its center, though still located at the borderlines of the Forsaken Lands under the Malevolent Dormi